[ Rejeh'li sits up when he's finished, panting, and admires openly for a long moment: he loves to see U'rajul like this; sated and unfocused, a sheen of sweat on his skin, marked with pale splashes across his stomach. ]
You know where I live, you bastard.
[ He flops down next to U'rajul, tangles their legs together and mouths at the tip of his ear. ]
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You know where I live, you bastard.
[ He flops down next to U'rajul, tangles their legs together and mouths at the tip of his ear. ]
Could've sent a damned message.